Her way is the way of the willows
Wilting flowers ready to petal to the ground in Summer’s heat
And they keep the grass dancing with pink and red and yellow
She lives for the Earth she protects.
Her bold heart warms the crisp Fall air
As it replaces lush trees with thin sticks of stony grey
She always had an eye for beauty in the madness of it all
Hope was her middle name.
Now the first snowfall approaches
Tongues out to catch the unique diamonds of the sky
And Christmas left us happy by the fireside
In the rich smell of hickory smoke, she finds her way.